Rossi One: Kian's Little Sky

66. period's comfort

Third Person's PoV

The clock struck 9 PM, and the office was bathed in the soft glow of the desk lamp. Kian sat at his expansive mahogany desk, his focus unwavering as he pored over the financial reports and market analyses spread before him. The numbers and figures were a dance of potential and risk, each one a piece of the intricate puzzle that was his business empire.

Sebastian, was perched on the couch, his laptop open as he compiled the quarterly projections. His fingers flew across the keyboard, translating Kian’s strategic decisions into actionable plans. The room was filled with the quiet hum of productivity, the occasional rustle of papers, and the soft tapping of keys.

“Sebastian, have we factored in the variable interest rates for the upcoming fiscal quarter?” Kian asked without lifting his gaze from the balance sheets.

“Yes, Sir,” Sebastian responded, his eyes not leaving the screen. “I’ve also adjusted the cash flow forecasts to account for the market volatility we discussed earlier.”

Kian nodded, his mind already moving to the next concern. “Good. And the stakeholder report? I want it to highlight our growth strategy and sustainability initiatives.”

“On it,” Sebastian assured him, already pulling up the relevant documents. “I’ll draft a preliminary outline tonight.”

Kian finally looked up, his eyes reflecting the weight of responsibility. “Thank you, Sebastian. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

Sebastian offered a small smile, “We’re a team, Sir. We’ll get through the end-of-year audit with flying colors.”

Sebastian hesitated for a moment, the soft glow of the laptop screen casting shadows on his face. “Sir, I apologize for requesting your presence so late in the day,” he began, the words almost catching in his throat.

Kian raised a hand, stopping him mid-sentence. “Sebastian, there’s no need for apologies. Sky understands the demands of our work,” he said, his voice carrying a warmth that softened the stern lines of his face. “In fact, she was the one who insisted I come tonight. She knows how crucial this period is for us.”

A look of relief washed over Sebastian’s features. “She’s quite remarkable, isn’t she? Always putting others before herself,” he remarked with a fond chuckle.

Kian’s lips curved into a rare smile, one that reached his eyes. “Indeed, she is. And she’s right—our dedication now will pave the way for a brighter future. Let’s wrap up here so we can both get back to our families.”

The silence of the office was suddenly broken by the soft chime of Kian’s phone. He glanced at the screen, a message from Krizah lighting up the display: “Sky needs you. Chocolates and hugs on standby, please. It’s that time of the month.”

Without a second thought, Kian began to gather the scattered papers, stacking them with a practiced efficiency. His movements were swift, a clear indication of his urgency to leave.

Sebastian, noticing the sudden flurry of activity, snapped his laptop shut. “Is everything alright, Sir?” he asked, concern lacing his voice as he stood up.

Kian offered a grateful nod, “I have to go, Sebastian. Sky isn’t feeling well, and she needs me.” His voice held a tenderness that was rarely heard within the office walls.

Sebastian’s expression softened, “Of course, Sir. I hope she feels better soon,” he said, understanding the situation completely.

Kian gave a quick, appreciative smile as he grabbed his coat. “Thank you, Sebastian. Take care of things here,” he said, striding towards the door.